I believe that it was Carl Jung who said “man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health”. Well that’s the way this day started, as a wet flannel was threatened. Once I was up, mother supplied me with a steaming bowl of porridge topped with a drizzle of golden syrup. Soon after I was pedalling hard on my cycle, by six am, I had reached my place of employment and unlocked the yard gates.
Behind which my charges waited. It was icy cold so they were not going anywhere without help. As their drivers arrived I unlocked the garage and rolled out the sack trolley with its bank of batteries. As I approached a Bedford TD, who’s driver had placed two burning rags under the engine block, and was busy wafting a third under its fuel tank. Whilst saying “hurry up lad, I’ve got cakes to deliver over three counties today”. I smiled as the old lady at last cranked into life. Working at Oliver and Gurden was never dull.
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There is a 1958 film about cake manufacturers “Oliver and Gurden”, the film has a rather long preamble around a rather sleepy Oxford in 1958. It shows the Oxford I knew. The film is on YouTube. ‘Oliver and Gurden 1958’ should locate it.